This story is from “the Real Wild West, The Creation of the American West,” by Michael Wallis. Read this to the end; it has a shocking, surprise ending (it isn’t what you think it is).
The Booth legend that persisted the longest came from the OklahomaTerritory town of Enid, just west of the immense domain created in the late 1800’s by G.W. Miller and his sons. This Booth story began in Enid on January 13, 1903, with the demise of David E. George, an itinerant house painter nearly sixty years old who swallowed strychnine and died after having told several folks that he was John Wilkes Booth, the killer of Lincoln.
The story of David George did not cease with his death. His corpse was taken to an Enid undertaker for embalming, but because of questions about his identity, local authorities requested that the burial be delayed until the investigation was completed. Apparently, that case quickly fell apart and everyone eventually lost interest in the case and forgot about the body, which languished for many years on a storeroom shelf.
Enid old timers could recall that when they were boys they would sneak into the funeral parlor to take a peek at “John Wilkes Booth.” Some Enid boosters planned to ship the body, entombed in a glass case, to the 1933 Chicago World’s Fair as part of the Oklahoma exhibit. Not surprisingly, the world’s fair people rejected that proposal.
The ‘Booth Mummy” would up in the possession of carnival exhibitors and went out on the road. By the late 1930’s, the mummy was reported to be on the carnival circuit. It survived a train wreck, thieves, debt collectors, and enraged veterans of the Grand Army of the Potomac who threatened to hang the cadaver.
In 1938, a tattooed man from a circus bought the Booth mummy-by then known only as “john” for several thousand dollars. He and his wife lugged the body around the country in a trailer that doubled as their home and a portable exhibit hall. When the tattooed man ran into financial problems, a report surfaced that “John” was seized in lieu of overdue loan payments.
Folks in Enid who tried to track the mummy through the years said that by the 1960’s, they heard that “John” was on exhibit somewhere in Ohio. That was the last reported sighting of the remains of the man who once said he was John Wilkes Booth.
Then, in 1995, a Maryland schoolteacher and history buff petitioned a court to exhume the remains of John WIlkes Booth, whom most credible historians contend was buried in 1865 in a Baltimore cemetery. The teacher believed Booth really had escaped the burning barn and gone to Enid. He wanted to have tests conducted on the remains to prove his theory. The judge refused the request, finding no good reason to disturb the grave.
But, in Oklahoma stories still circulate about the mummy. So does another tale of Boston Corbett, the soldier who allegedly killed Booth.
After collecting a cash bounty for his deed, Corbett reportedly developed severe mental problems which led to his castrating himself as a radical form of penance for past promiscuities. By 1887, he had found a job as a doorkeeper for the Kansas legislature. His service was brief but memorable. Angered by a legislative chaplain’s prayer which Corbett considered sacrilegious, he brandished two pistols and terrorized the entire chamber. Declared insane, Corbett escaped from the Kansas State Hospital in Topeka in 1888, vanishing in the mists of history and time.
More than a century later, another story about Corbett has surfaced. It tells of his escaping to Oklahoma terriritory, where he took an assumed name. It was said he found a town out in the cattle country that he liked, and he stayed there until the day he died. The name of the town was Enid.
There is another story about Bosten Corbett, the man who killed John Wilkes Booth, the man who killed President Abraham Lincoln:
“Boston Corbett dies, alone and forgotten, in the Great Hinckley Fire of 1894“
The strange story of the strange man who killed John Wilkes Booth apparently came to an end along the banks of Minnesota’s Kettle River, 29 years after Thomas “Boston” Corbett shot Booth in a Virginia barn. Corbett fled to the north woods after escaping from a Kansas asylum, where he had been committed for waving a gun around in the Kansas legislature.
He is thought to have settled and spent the final part of his life in the forests of Hinckley, Minn. The popular Hinckley restaurant and doughnut shop Tobies has a bit about Corbett on their website, reporting that Corbett “settled in a small cabin just east of town, earning a living supplying venison for a logging camp near the Kettle River.”
On September 1, 1894, fire consumed 200,000 acres of land around Hinckley that had been cut over by the logging companies, leaving brush littered across the landscape, a vast tinderbox. There is a “Corbett, Thos, Age 57, residence, Hinckley; burned in the woods north-east of Hinckley, near Kettle River” in the official roll of the at least 418 victims of the fire.
Corbett probably suffered from mercury poisoning. A hat-maker by trade, like Alice in Wonderland’s “Mad Hatter,” the toxic metal had attacked his mind even before the Civil War, causing delusions and dangerous behavior. In 1858, he castrated himself to save himself from the temptation of Boston’s prostitutes.
He served much of the war in the Union Army and was then in the party of soldiers that hunted the conspirators in Lincoln’s assassination at Ford’s Theatre. Corbett claimed God’s hand aimed his gun when he shot Booth through the slats in the side of a barn where Booth was hiding and which the soldiers had just set on fire.
Although he was briefly arrested for shooting Booth, instead of bringing him in alive as the party was ordered to do, Corbett was eventually released and given reward money. He seems to have ridden the celebrity that came with his role in history for some time, but then wandered West, where he got appointed doorman of the Kansas House of Representatives. That was going well until the gun waving. He spent a year in a Topeka asylum before stealing a horse and escaping.
No further record of Corbett’s life is known, except for the stories floating around the Kettle River, and his name on that registry of fire victims.
I saw the mummy that was supposed to be John Wilkes Booth at a carnival in Hico, Texas in the 60’s.
The story of where Boston Corbett ended up is believable, but the story of the petrified corpse of “John” being that of John Wilkes Booth, not so much. Booth is buried in the family plot in Greenmount Cemetery in Baltimore City.
Richard…even the the writer did not come out and say it, I think that the point of the article was that Corbett, who was clearly mad later in life, could have possibly been under the delusion that he actually WAS John Wilkes Booth. Stranger things have happened and Corbett certainly did disappear from history otherwise.
I believe JWB escaped with help, lived overseas (there is documented proof), returned to Texas where he ran his mouth, Jesse James (whom also faked his death) as head of a secret Southern sympathyzing faction needed to silence JWB before he revealed secret information, spooked JWB so he fled to Enid, OK. Finally JJ caught up to JWB in Enid and made him drink the poison which killed him. Why would anyone admit, not once but twice on death beds, to be JWB? We know this is the time when people admit truths when they are unable to take secrets to the grave. Did JWB historical killer, Sgt. Boston Corbett die and be buried in Enid? Now I just need to figure out how Brushy Bill Robert’s fits into the story…;),